The Buddhist Gate Gala begins.

Cheng Shumo wore a cassock and walked side by side with the abbot.

Daqing Temple.

A monk received the abbot and Cheng Shumo.

The abbot's face was not good-looking, the reception specifications were very low, and ordinary monks received them.

"Senior brother, they don't treat you as a person."

Cheng said silently.

He wants to provoke things, and he doesn't understand the Dharma.

The main thing is whether he will lie, nonsense can also be mixed with a master, Cheng Shumo feels that doing this loses his conscience.

What he said may be praised and brainwashed by the people.

The abbot shook his head, Buddhism pays attention to not arguing, and fighting cannot be fought in person.

"Junior Brother, let's go for a walk."

Abbot said.

He was in a low mood.

Over the years, he has bought land for other temples.

The result is so, and it is somewhat difficult to accept.

The two wandered around the temple and came to the door.

Cheng wanted to see how many people would attend this time.

The Buddhist grand event is attended not only by Buddhist people, but also by dignitaries.

An old woman in ordinary clothes walked to the temple gate and bowed before leaving.

"She's ready to die."

Abbot said.

His experience told him that the old woman had something on her mind.

"Go check it out."

Cheng said silently.

The abbot nodded, anyway, nothing happened now.

The two followed the old woman a hundred meters behind.

Come to the no-man's land of Chang'an City.

The old woman walked into a dirt pit.

There was a straw mat on the pit, which seemed to have been prepared long ago.

The old man lay down in the pit and covered it with a straw mat.

Cheng Shumo frowned, how can a living person enter the pit.

Hurry over.

The old woman was dead, and she had already eaten poison when she came.

Cheng Shumo looked at the abbot.

"Senior Brother, why is this?"

Cheng said silently.

The abbot did not answer Cheng Shumo, sitting at the mouth of the tomb and chanting the Buddhist trumpet, as if he was overtaking the dead old woman.

For a long time, the Buddha bead in the abbot's hand rotated three times.

Rise.

"This is the variety of life, senior brother, I don't want to earn the money of the poor, I have never helped the poor to open the light, if there is really a Buddha, how can there be life and death, how can there be human suffering."

Abbot said.

He was the abbot of the temple, but he did not believe in Buddha.

Only by contacting an industry will you know the details of that industry and the darkness in it.

People who make junk food never eat junk food because they know what that thing is made of.

In restaurants near the station, the owner never eats in his own restaurant because he feels sick.

This is not alarmism.

Interlaced like a mountain, Buddhism is an industry, if you dig closely, you will find that it is all stories.

The story is well told, and the Buddha Gate is successful.

Hitler succeeded because he was a genius of speech, a good man was good at his mouth, and a good horse was good in his legs.

"Won't his children worry about him?"

Cheng said silently.

The abbot shook his head.

What is the meaning of being alive when it is a burden?

Lying flat can't do it.

Big cities earn money small cities spend, this is right, the choice of smart people.

The road ahead is endless, and even the richest man in the world will have troubles.

Stopping and resting is life.

This is the case in the Great Tang Dynasty, no matter how rich you are, you can't be richer than the family, and no matter how powerful you are, you can't have more power than Li Shimin.

What if the family is rich?

What about Li Shimin's rights?

Not comparable.

Why did the old woman beg for death?

Because her value has been squeezed dry.

So he died.

Live worth, die with regret.

Buddhism does not exhort people to be good, but to be kind to oneself.

Be kind to yourself and be from the common people.

This is the meaning of the existence of Buddhism.

If you are powerless to change, why add troubles, if you have no strength, please do not speak loudly.

Endure, turn over and make all enemies tremble on the day.

After listening to the abbot's story, Cheng was silent.

"Senior brother, give her a coffin."

Cheng said silently.

The abbot shook his head.

It is not difficult to give her a coffin, if there is a coffin, it cannot be buried here, it needs to be buried outside the city.

The old woman chose here, why should it be difficult for the strongman.

The two returned to the temple.

Some of the abbot's words touched Cheng Shumo's heart.

Thoughts can't get out for a long time.

The Buddhist Gate Gala begins.

The temples are hosted by hundreds of people.

One by one, the heart is wide and the body is fat.

No one took care of the abbot and Cheng Shumo.

The abbot smiled bitterly.

Cheng was silent, jealous of his ability.

The abbot was too rich, so he was ostracized.

An old monk came to the throne, and there was no case, only a futon.

"Today, His Majesty has decreed that there are two thousand believers in Buddhism, which is a good thing, Your Majesty's benevolence."

The old monk said.

Li Shimin attaches great importance to this Buddhist grand event.

Give two thousand followers to Buddhism.

Just a formality, not a real gradient.

Those people are only nominally owned by the Buddhist sect, and if the Buddhist sect wants to repair something, those people will help for free.

That is, lay disciples.

Many hosts are accustomed to it, and Li Shimin always does this.

Cheng Shumo looked at the senior brother beside him.

Senior Brother's face remained unchanged.

"There is another big event, Wang Xuance returned from Tianzhu, His Majesty has a purpose, our Buddhist gate is responsible for the reception, what identity do you say to him?"

The old monk said again.

Cheng Shu got up silently, not wanting to listen to nonsense.

He is going to fight for a Buddhist leader for Senior Brother today.

That incident just now made Cheng Shumo re-acquaint himself with Senior Brother, he loves money, but he doesn't love money.

He deceives people, not poor people.

This is enough, life is like a drama all depends on acting skills, and the senior brother can already be considered a good person if he can do this.

Cheng Shumo walked to the main seat and looked down at the old monk.

The old monk trembled.

He saw the process silently.

"Wang Xuance's affairs are not in a hurry, let me talk about our Buddhist sect."

Cheng said silently.

Facing everyone with his back to his back, one foot stepped on the old monk's calf without missing a trace.

The old monk did not dare to speak.

He promised that if he said one more word, he would die.

"My senior brother is deeply loved by the people as the abbot of a temple, the country cannot be without a king for a day, and the monk cannot be without a handle, I think my senior brother is the first mage, which of you has an opinion?"

Cheng said silently.

The abbot was already dumbfounded.

This is the method of junior brother?

Is it so direct?

Many abbots stood up against it.

Cheng Shu looked at them with a smile.

"Very good, you are all kind, I like you like this, pit."

Cheng said silently.

The abbots looked disdainful.

Fat is not fake, resistance to beating is not necessarily, who dares to hit them.

"Snap."

Cheng Shu clapped his hands silently, and a group of men in black rushed in.

The abbot who had just objected was all pressed to the ground.

"Crying them."

Cheng said silently.

The man in black was very black and punched to the flesh.

The entire hall was filled with screams.

Beat for half an hour.

Cheng Shu waved his hand silently, and the man in black exited the hall.

"Who else is against it? I can stand up, I am a very democratic person.

Cheng Shumo said again.

The abbots bowed their heads, and a badly beaten host stood up.

"I disagree."

Cheng Shu secretly admired, Zhengang.

"I like you like this, come man, pull him out, yell him to death."

Cheng said silently.

The man in black rushed in again.

Drag the abbot directly.

"Ugh."

Soon came a miserable cry.

Everyone in the hall trembled.

The screams disappeared.

The man in black came in.

"Dead."

Humane in black.

"Dead report something, dig a hole and bury it."

Cheng said silently.

The man in black should be.

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